Gemotions

Liam slammed the controller onto the coffee table, the plastic clicking harshly in the otherwise silent living room. The words on the email, “Thank you for your application, but…” echoed in his mind. He’d dedicated the last year to practicing, to perfecting his strategies, to building his skills. He considered himself one of the best.

He stood up, kicking at a stray water bottle, sending it skittering across the floor. A wave of heat washed over him, making his vision blur. He paced in his room, not knowing what to do. His brother, who was sitting on the stairs, called out to him. Liam didn't reply.

He sat back down, the chair creaking under his weight, and stared at the dark screen of his computer. The world had just shrunk, enclosing him in a suffocating bubble of disappointment.